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Critically confused
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Yea this beat is just down out raw, the lyrics are sikk and the chorus is fiya! -gone-
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My Album, "The one they call AfterDeath -Unknown Soldier coming soon"
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Peak #1,334
Peak in subgenre #738
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AfterDeath
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November 23, 2003
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MP3 4.6 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
I never really did a track like this before, i was feelin the beat so this is wat i came wit.
Lyrics
The taste of ya last meal ta boots ya groups up heavy/ lets bring it to the battlefield my troops ready// transfused but deadly views amused us every 2 confused thust airey clues misuesed but steady// AfterDeath,(uh huh?) i'll hoster defeat wit the heat/ i'm blood spelt in war from iraq to the streets// I'll hold the glock to ur brain and turn ur thoughts to fresh wheat/ carried crops of flash drained red cells flood the concret// amited back to compete ya avaries facts ta delete ya buried acts of deplet above every factes discreet// abstractly distracted~ drastic we attack wit gats dat blast mysteriously but seriously reacted// highly Crafted, i am the pirate of rappin/ ships fire wit clappin as i'm cappin the captain// man wats happen!? this empire of draften flip boats intire of raftin to retire from laffin/ Chorus: its war wit out conclusion sure to dout illusion losen more diffusion/ intrusion moven soothin sores but bruisin/ choosen for exclusion cursen stores of cubans// u can judge me...no u cant see me/ y u wanna touch me knownin u cant budge me?// I'm AfterDeath new but more confusin/ few but more amusen/ i'm threw wit ur inclusions// (HAHA IT IS!) its war wit out conclusion sure to dout illusion losen more diffusion intrusion moven soothin sores but bruisin/ choosen for exclusion cursen stores of cubans// u can judge me...no u cant see me/ y u wanna touch me knownin u cant budge me? I'm afterdeath new but more improven/ threw with ur confusion so stop wit da illusions// I walk these hallways were walls rage at da clan/ as fall spreys i always cause age at da plan// Calls aimed at ya man, thus crittically confused- but ritically the views are spet up by the tools// It's head up i'm fed up/ so reach for the sky/ look within the lies as these slugs eat and u die// Thugs weep and u cry/ drugs deep in yo eyes~ i mug the streets wit rugget heat plugged it neat at da side// ya sworn defeat at da nile- but ya just cant sleep/ but how can u beat me when ur six feet deep?// I abide but versatile decide ta hurt ya style- da guide dat'll insert da file as ya tried ta reverse dial// its wortha while- when vietnam war is through but my cellfone can contacted nasa...wat can urs do// as far as u- hey i'm sure u can think of somthin- but even camron said he thinks ur crew is nothin// (its nothin man) its war wit out conclusion sure to dout illusion losen more diffusion/ intrusion moven soothin sores but bruisin/ choosen for exclusion cursen stores of cubans// u can judge me...no u cant see me/ y u wanna touch me knownin u cant budge me? I'm AfterDeath new but more confusin/ few but more amusen/ i'm threw wit ur inclusions// (HAHA IT IS!) its war wit out conclusion sure to dout illusion losen more diffusion/ intrusion moven soothin sores but bruisin/ choosen for exclusion cursen stores of cubans// u can judge me...no u cant see me/ y u wanna touch me knownin u cant budge me? I'm afterdeath new but more improven/ threw with ur confusion so stop wit da illusions// thats right i'm the rage of the clans holdin ya crew hostige and i got a page of depends/ so u betta pay in them dead presidents- head of revernses- or the devil will level a new resident// I'm sick like cervical cancer- i serve and u answer- advancer as i deprave santa of dasher and dancer// a faster enhancer- to capture masters of granters/ raptures pastors of lanters after i rafter enchanter// this is war of the host comin straight from the post but the glock will off u like casper and turn u in to ah ghost// dang folkz- u outta site but might stand strands but if i was to die now i'd be the devils right hand man// why u over there talkin ya spouse is locked/ and i confine her like my pistol...her mouf is cocked// i stay standin strong wit gadgets and wepons drawn but when travel to the level of these rebels its on// ::chorus::again::
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